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Well I'm afraid my Russian is a bit weak to appreciate stylistic traits.
What puzzles me in this poem is the apocalyptic settings.
It sounds like an evocation of the Ukrainian hunger genocide, but the trams and taxis, running water and gas seem a bit too modern for that.
There was also a serious shortage of food just after the Great Patriotic War, but I don't suppose it was severe enough to have people dying of inanition in the cities, or was it?

Ah well, I supposed "water" implied also the central heating system, and gas was the only subsidiary means of getting some warmth.
Anyway, since it's a fictional story I suppose the details don't matter that much.